"Why do you always avoid my questions?"
"I'm not, it's just that there's nothing to say. Who would ever want to date someone they can't even talk to? It's not rocket science. My eyes are weird, and people get tired of me eventually. There's your on...
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Mathias | Dallas
IF THERE WAS ONE THING DALLAS PICKED UP ABOUT MATHIAS after the three — now four — weeks they'd known each other, it was how well he could pretend nothing happened.
Or how well he tried to.
Did you take any more pictures for the journal?
Or...are we not doing that anymore?
I don't have anything so far, but I'll think harder from now on...!
Hey, can we talk?
The roar of masculine voices and the shrill sound of a whistle led Dallas out of her thoughts and stopped her from re-reading the texts she and Mathias exchanged last night. Dallas texted him first but if Mathias didn't override her text with a thought of his own about school or the baby project, then he simply left her on unread when she proposed talking. The way he ran off yesterday didn't help either. As soon as he left the science lab he'd simply vanished. Not even Beckett knew where he went.
Blue and brown.
Was it even possible for someone to have two different eye colors? Sure, Dallas read about it in books and saw a few Instagram influences rocking the style using colored contacts, but seeing it in real life felt surreal. Her voice left her a shock poured through her, and maybe that was for a good reason. What was she supposed to say? What was she going to say to Mathias? Being Tuesday, they didn't have any shared classes, but of course, they'd eventually cross paths again. Penelope still tied them together.
At the thought, Dallas fully immersed in the present to find herself perched on the uncomfortable iron bleacher seats with her biology textbook sprawled out over her legs. Penelope quietly lay in her basket, and normally Dallas would have rocked her, but the way the doll exploded on her in the cafeteria earlier was enough reason to leave her alone if it wasn't necessary to touch.
Leila seemed to share the same sentiment.
"Dallas, what's up with you and that thing?" the ginger questioned, snapping her face mirror shut as she turned to Dallas. Her face twisted in a grimace as she wagged her finger at Penelope. "You're always carrying it around, and it's weird."
"Her," Dallas corrected. "I told you over a hundred times that it's for my project. Why else would I be carrying her around?"
Leila smacked her lips, evenly distributing the speck of rose lipgloss she put on her bottom lip. The colour matched the red ribbons in her hair, and the red and white crop top and skirt she wore for cheerleading practice. Red and white pompoms lifelessly sat on the bench next to her, left there when she took a break from shaking her ass around on the field to sit with her best friend.
